A man lies asleep on a bed. A gust of wind. A rumbling. He walks around, taking photographs. Messages from both his dreams, and mine, where we are haunted by people in student uniform.
Kua lost "P'Tum," a film history teacher whom he loved and respected. He goes to the same classroom to recall the memories with P'Tum.
Two men are arguing whether what they see is fog or smoke.
